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eBook Category: Historical Fiction/Romance
eBook Description: West Texas saloon owner Will Morgan greets a gore-covered, pistol-waving redhead. He is stunned when Constance Riley accuses him of killing her father, a New York banker-turned-temperance-leader. Her repulsive cousin, Sheriff Ernest Kopel, charges both of them and locks them up--together. While Constance watches the gallows being built and ponders the saloon owner's odd tastes and talents, Will ponders the real murderer's motives. He only hopes proof of his suspicions arrives with his summoned cousin, J.P. Morgan, before a lynch mob or this lovely woman end his good intentions.

eBook Publisher: The Fiction Works, Published: http://www.fictionworks.com, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2008

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Words: 18238
Reading time: 52-72 min.
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"Oh, Willll!" the middle-aged but voluptuous Nan called in sing-song fashion from her table next to the saloon's front window. "I think ya might want ta see this parade."

Will Morgan looked up from his short inventory list. As if aware of the morning light's cruelty, the part-time soiled dove pushed her chair back until she sat in shadow but could still see out the window. One hand held her Oriental robe closed, the other habitually tucked at her unbrushed hair. Like every other day, he'd have to remind her to tidy up before she cooked the noon meal.

"I've got so much to do, sweetheart!" He couldn't resist the jovial sarcasm.

She rolled her eyes and waved him over. "Quit with the jawin' an' git yore coat on. Thar's visitors come to this sorry end a' nowhere. An' I think thar comin' ta see you. Anyway, Ernie Koppel's bringin' 'em ta this end a' town."

Grabbing his coat from the bar top, Will strode to Nan's shadowed vantage point. Squinting into the bright summer morning, he watched the town's gangling excuse for a lawman escort a man and a woman down the middle of Horizon's only street.

The dark-suited man was not as tall as Will, but carried himself with imposing confidence and intensity that made him seem big. The cut of the clothes spoke of wealth.

Surprisingly, the young woman's purposeful stride matched the man's, yet seemed graceful. Her navy blue traveling dress outlined the slender waist, full breasts, and stiff shoulders. The hues of her porcelain face reminded him of his mother's favorite Opal broach. Sunlight danced off the thick, coppery tresses prudishly entwined and pinned atop her head. He blinked then frowned. Ladies of quality covered their heads and protected their precious complexions. Her bonnet hung defiantly at her shoulders by the ribboned bow pressing against the pulse of her pale neck

A flush swept over him. He coughed uncomfortably, dropped the coat onto Nan's table, and began to roll his sleeves down. The trio had stopped to stare up at his sign.

"This is the only abomination in Horizon?" The old man removed his flat-crowned hat and squinted up at the sign that read 'The Golden Promise.' He mopped the sweat from his brow before turning his fiery gray eyes on the slovenly man standing beside him.

Savoring internal triumph, Ernie Koppel switched his chewing tobacco to his other cheek, ducked his head as if ashamed, and waved a careless hand toward the saloon doors. "This is it, Cousin. Big fella, educated-like, name a' Will Morgan built the place six months ago. I can't say I've had much call to interfere. Handles the rowdies himself. Morgan doesn't put up with cursin' an' fightin'."

"How righteous of him, Cousin Ernest!" The acid in the daughter's voice belied her genteel appearance.

Koppel allowed his eyes a quick excursion from the glittering gray eyes and pursed lips, down the slender neck to her lush breasts confined in dark blue serge. He imagined his fingers tugging her corset ties looser and looser

"The wise blackguards of the world prey upon the bodies and souls of the ignorant, Daughter." Staring at the batwing doors to the saloon, the father slapped his hat over his thinning hair. This Morgan appears to prosper on the degradation of his fellow man. He's probably related to J. P. Morgan, one of the most evil exploiters this nation has ever known. And a young man I gladly escorted to the door of my bank. The Devil's own, I tell you. Bad blood and the spirit of the user flowing hot and mighty until the mightier and more righteous shatter their power ... freeing the souls they have feasted upon!"

Koppel had to turn away to spit his tobacco stream and hide the smile that threatened. Prososki stepped out of his mercantile and the sun reflected off the barber's glasses as he and a customer jostled to see through the shop's front window. The scene was drawing the witnesses he needed. Now, if Morgan would oblige them.

"Daughter, step into the overhang shade and wait for us. Cousin Ernest and I will beard the lion's den and call forth--"

"The lion?" The tall, sandy-haired man easily draped his arms over the parted batwings. His casual stance and the lopsided smile beneath his dark mustache fooled no one. His broad shoulders and lean body intentionally blocked the entrance to his lair. The dark eyes of a hunter flicked over the trio, lingering on the young woman. When her chin rose a notch higher, he turned his attention to the town sheriff.

"It's only ten in the morning, Ernie, and you're out walking these hazardous streets?"

Koppel's tobacco stream lacked sincerity and trickled down his chin until his nervous hand wiped it away. The lawman drew himself up straighter, glanced once more at the few spectators, then arched a challenging eyebrow.

"My cousin here ... ah, second cousin by marriage actually an' his daughter arrived on the Junction stage ... the nine o'clock. I was just--"

"Showing them the sights and Horizon has so many. I heard you say you were a banker, sir. Well, we do have thriving businesses, ah, what four or five now, Ernie?"

"I beg your pardon, young man, but I am no longer a usurer. I have seen the light!"

"The clothes! I should have guessed better! An evangelist come to save the wayward souls of us West Texas folks! And we sure need saving, that we do. Why Ernie here is tuckered out from arresting all the criminals rushing to Horizon to take advantage of our wealth!"

"Your banter is wasted on me and my daughter, Mr. Morgan. Our purpose is pure, our mission God's dictate."

"Aw, I see." The smile disappeared and his eyes slitted.